| Young Venezuelan, first generation
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| Mami a New Yorker, my papi immigrated
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| I know ‘bout survival dog, I’m not intimidated
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| I don’t bow to anybody, I ain’t kneelin' when I’m prayin'
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| Nah, hunger pangs that give me stress and aches
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| So I cut some people off to give my blessings space
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| How you gon' get an answer when you question fate?
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| From now on, I’m bein' petty, I’m gon' mention names
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| Listen, I’ve seen the Louvre, I’ve seen the City Opera
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| I’ve been driven through the jungles, I went through Caracas
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| I paid a bribe to get my watches back from dirty coppers
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| In the Venezuelan slums and policia run around with dirty choppers
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| Don’t fuck with Hugo Chavez, we don’t fuck with Hugo Boss
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| Run around in Jordan ones ‘cause I’m too hood for Louboutins
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| I don’t get attached, nah, I’m too good at movin' on
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| I don’t trust a soul man, I pull out with a condom on
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| I seen my homies get caught up with different vices
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| You a vic, come to my hood and we quote you different prices, right?
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| I got angels and demons inside of my clique
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| And I could fuck your dream girl and treat her like my side chick
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| I’m a little Drake, a little Pun, I define all ya all-stars on TDE
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| Mixed into one, I stand my ground, now I don’t ever run
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| If I start it, I’mma finish it, I get it done
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| Yeah, I said I get it done, get it with no help at all
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| Yeah, I almost died out on that flight out to L.A., ain’t get one fuckin' call
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| All of y’all were callin' me fam but where the fuck were y’all
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| I won’t let you suck me dry, you could suck my fuckin' balls
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| Nothing preventin' me from living, nah
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| Yeah, I cheated death like y’all was cheatin' on your women, nah
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| Yeah, every breath I take remindin' me being here a privilege
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| When I say I want that foreign, I don’t mean no Honda Civic
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| I got bitches I ain’t textin' back, businesses is sendin' packs of weed a day
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| I ain’t even smokin' ‘cause they hopin' I’mma rep they brand
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| Homies doin' time for P’s, don’t never get them seconds back
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| I done came up different, where I from, you earn respect
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| There ain’t no handouts, all them cats is rep a flag or rep a gang
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| All these kids is out on Instagram, lettin' they weapons bang
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| But I’m not the type to see that bullshit and be entertained
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| I’ve been swimmin' with them sharks, you just surfin' every wave
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| Hoes is in my section but I’m textin' when they’re sippin'
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| 'Cause I’m focused on that money that I’m gettin', ‘bout my business
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| I’m careful with my bread and with my time and how I invest
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| So you ain’t talkin' ‘bout interest rates, then I don’t got no interest, nah
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| My taste expensive, I’ve got dough to make
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| I need another car, I’m tryna own a fuckin' motorcade
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| Listen, I got Suvi, I got Prada, I got golden chains
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| I got thirty thousand dollars' worth of tattoos on my shoulder blades
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| And I pull up in the Roc and I’m like royalty
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| You lookin' at my bank account, I’m lookin' at your loyalty
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| ‘Cause now I need them fearin' me, fuck if they’re respectin' me
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| I don’t give a damn about one check, nah, I want equity
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| And pretty women bat they eyes but only fuck and never satisfy
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| I just want a bag that I can give my kids when daddy dies
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| Nowadays I lie awake at night and I just strategize
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| How you gonna manage money? |
| You can’t even manage time
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| I done been in phantoms, I done been in Raris
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| I been audited ‘cause I paid only cash when I bought all these
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| I done broken hearts of vixen bitches, everybody want it
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| ‘Cause I rather say goodbye and keep it movin' than say sorry, nah
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| You know you poppin' when they plottin' on your spot
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| Jaws droppin' when that valet pull that car back on the lot
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| Yeah, now I’m in the gym since I recovered from that clot
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| That almost killed me and cats is reachin' out like I forgot
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| I got my weight up, now I don’t got no patience, ain’t no wait up
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| Can’t underrate me, don’t respect them people that gon' rate us
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| Give a fuck about the critics, I’m just worried ‘bout this paper
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| When I get it, best believe I’m gon' change up, yeah
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| I’m gon' change my fuckin' number, I’m gon' change my home address
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| I’m gon' change my email and my bank to private client man, I’m gon' invest
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| And if the cats that I’m around ain’t even grow one bit
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| I’m gon' change my closest friends with no regrets |